Kragzix is a compact goblin whose body looks as if a small scrap-yard took up permanent residence around him. He favors a hunched, forward-leaning stance like someone always peering into a mechanism. His left forearm is mostly replaced by a brass-and-leather articulated tool-brace that ticks softly when he moves; it's ringed with tiny, mismatched cogs that chime. His clothing is a patchwork of oil-darkened aprons, chain links riveted into cloth, and a battered leather shoulder guard studded with nails. He wears an old welding lens perpetually flipped up on his brow that reflects the world in a faint smoky green. When he walks he takes short, purposeful steps and often scuffs a stray metal footplate behind him — the dented plate rattles like a forgotten pocket watch. Unexpectedly, he keeps one pristine, embroidered handkerchief tucked in the bandolier, folded away as if for company or a superstition.